Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a scent usually associated with comfort, but today, it only made Liam feel worse. His mother's bucket list lay on the counter, next to the loaf. "Open a bakery." "Learn to knit." "Love unconditionally."

He was barely existing. His days were an endless cycle of work and sleep. He wasn't connecting with anyone. Liam felt isolated, cut off from the world.

He sliced the bread, his hand trembling slightly. The simple act of eating felt like an overwhelming burden. A fresh wave of melancholy washed over him. He felt as if a vital piece of him had disappeared with his mother.